(With appologys to little Grace)
ODE TO MICKEY...
Her neon mouth with the blinking soft smile
Is nothing but an electric sign
You could say she has an individual style
She's part of a colorful time
Super-sealed city, chrome-color clothes
You wear 'cause you have no other
But I suppose no one knows
You're my plastic ORLANDO lover
Your rattlin' cough never shuts off
Is nothin' but a used machine
Your aluminum finish, slightly diminished
Is the best I ever have seen
Cosmetic baby plugged into me
And never ever find another
And I realize no one's wise
To my plastic ORLANDO lover
The electrical dust is starting to rust
Her trapezoid thermometer taste
All the red tape is mechanical rape
Of the TV program waste
Data control and IBM
Science is mankind's brother
But all I see is drainin' me
On my plastic ORLANDO lover
OCKLAWAHA
Guess I'm sick too Lake because I wouldn't trade a block of 5-Points/Avondale/San Marco/Ortega/San Jose or even Springfield to live anywhere East of Haines City.